The Watchers - A Novel #251395

It was a company in which a small jest passed easily for a high stroke Of wit. They applauded Lieutenant Clutterbuck's sally, and drew up their chairs round the table and sat looking up wards towards the boy, with a great expectation of amusement, just as people watch a bear-bait ing at a fair. For my part I had not moved, and it was no doubt for that reason that Parmiter looked for help towards me.